Curry for true_marauder!

[auror_aura]

It was even more difficult for Tonks to be quiet in the front hall of Number 12, Grimmauld Place with her arms full of takeaway bags. The smell of curry was strong - it was a spicy curry, exactly the sort she always wanted when she was sick

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[true_marauder]

He came down the stairs slowly, his hair still damp from the shower he'd taken less then an hour ago. The day after a full moon always left him tired and out of sorts, and a shower was one way he tried to look less affected. He also wore a shirt and tie under a jersey rather then his customary at home cardigan, which Molly said made him look 'rumpled.'

"I knew you were here; I smelled the curry all the way upstairs," he commented. It was a little lie. As much as he told himself not to he'd been listening for the tell tale signs of her arrival ever since he'd stepped out of the shower.

[auror_aura]

"Good and spicy, it'll burn the sick away!" Tonks grinned and led the way to the kitchen. "My dad always says that. I'll admit, it does make me feel better."

Pulling boxes and plastic forks and napkins out, Tonks sort of avoided looking at him. For one thing, she knew he likely didn't want her to see him so out-of-sorts. And for another... He looked terrible and she didn't want him to see how worried she was for him.

[true_marauder]

"Burn our tongues away, most likely." But it wasn't a complaint. It just so happened that he liked his curry spiced as much as possible too.

As she got the food ready he opened the fridge for the butterbeers he had chilling there. Nothing, to his way of thinking, went better with curry then a butterbeer. He hoped Tonks agreed. He was about to ask her, but when he turned around it only took a moment to realize how hard she was trying not to look at him. He must look worse then he thought. Generally he holed up in his room for the whole day after a full moon, giving himself more then 24 hours before seeing people. He didn't know why he'd been daft enough to let Tonks come over tonight.

"I'll take these to the table," he muttered, carrying a drink in each hand.

[auror_aura]

She turned around at the sound of his voice, offering a small smile as she took one of the butterbeers out of his hand. "Haven't had one of these in a long time. They'll be great with the curry." It was probably a good idea to ignore the tingling feeling where their hands brushed, for just a moment.

"I hope it went all right," she offered as they sat down and started eating.